No, not everyone. Just her. They could go away, live their lives in some kind of relative, uninterrupted, peace now. No distractions from it any longer.

"Yeah. Maybe," is probably the least convincing thing she's said in the last few minutes. She does not expect to see him for a good while. He won't be released yet, and then specifically to his home, to her.

Mary Margaret looked across the kitchen from her, only to come back to what and where she started. "I can try and see if your shirt is salvageable in the morning."

It's a small attempt but it is there.